“And who might you be?” I asked politely, c*****g my head to the side.
The smile on his fell instantly, adjusting himself into a more formal pose, “Edison Moskal? From high school?” He inquired hopefully.
“Oh?” My eyes widened in pretence shock, “What brings you here again? You look great!” I commended.
“Thank you, you look even better,” he smiled, rather uncontrollably as he scanned me, making me feel rather uncomfortable with his stares.
“Wow Azura, it's been so long, a lot has changed,” he commented, looking rather lovestruck.
“A lot has changed,” he echoed, “Please do come in, how uncourteous of me to let you stand at the door,” I corrected myself.
He came in with an even wider smile, scanning my living room with an enthusiastic eye, “This is all only for you?” He asked, sounding
